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There is no dust in the heart, and the years do not disturb the dark fragrance

author:Love to climb all your life

Time is a pen that carves the picture scroll of life, which carves the rush in the journey into the milestones of life, outlining and graffiti the bumpy life of stumbling and ups and downs.

I've heard a saying: Life has given you all the suffering, just wait for you to write it into a poem.

There is no forever calm life, all the ups and downs are the churning waves in the long river of life, I only wish you have a bright heart and are not afraid of wind and frost.

The flowers bloom and fall for a long time, and the heart is bright and fragrant; What are the ups and downs, joys, sorrows, and sorrows are all poems.

There is no dust in the heart, and the years do not disturb the dark fragrance
There is no dust in the heart, and the years do not disturb the dark fragrance

The heart is as wide as the sea, and the wind and waves are calm

"Difficult to Walk"

Don Lee Bai

The gold bottle sake bucket is ten thousand, and the jade plate is shy and ten thousand dollars

I couldn't eat when I stopped throwing my cup, and I was at a loss when I drew my sword and looked around

If you want to cross the Yellow River and ice congestion river, you will climb the snow-filled mountains of Taihang

Idle fishing on the blue river, suddenly take a boat to dream of the sun

It's hard to walk! It's hard to walk! Many divergent roads, now safe

There will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea

Victor Hugo has a popular saying:

The widest in the world is the ocean, wider than the ocean is the sky, and wider than the sky is the human heart.

In life, we experience happiness and loss, comfort and sadness, frustration and growth.

Only by learning to smile in tears and obey your heart can you live a quiet and calm life, and can you have a life realm with a wide sea and sky.

There is no dust in the heart, and the years do not disturb the dark fragrance
There is no dust in the heart, and the years do not disturb the dark fragrance

If the heart is bright, the clouds are light and the wind is light

"Fixing the Storm, Mo Listens to the Sound of Forests Beating Leaves"

Song Su Shi

Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not groan and walk slowly

Bamboo cane shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid

A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life

The spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold

The hill is obliquely illuminated but welcomed

Looking back at the bleak place, return

There is neither wind nor rain nor sunshine

There is no wishful life, only a life of openness.

Feng Tang said:

When you really can't put it down, go to the intensive care ward or cemetery. You can easily understand that you have already gained too much, and then you are greedy.

Life is a process of constantly gaining and losing, and only by calming down can you have more.

If you always think about the results, gains and losses before doing things, happiness will quietly leave you.

Be a person with a bright heart and no obstacles, listen to the sound of the wind like a flute, and watch the clouds roll up.

There is no dust in the heart, and the years do not disturb the dark fragrance
There is no dust in the heart, and the years do not disturb the dark fragrance

There are flowers in the heart, and the years are splendid

"Momohanan Song"

Ming Tang Yinchun

Peach blossom nunnery in Peach Blossom Dock, peach blossom fairy under Peach Blossom Nunnery

The peach blossom fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms for wine money

I hope that the old man will die in the wine room, and he will not bow in front of the carriage and horse

The car dust and horses are full of potential, and the wine cup flower branch hermit edge

If the manifest is compared to a hermit, one on the plain earth and one in the heavens

If the flowers and wine are compared to the carriages and horses, why should they be idle and I will be idle

Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it

I don't see the tomb of Wuling heroes, and there are no flowers and no wine hoeing fields

Spring has arrived, flowers have bloomed, and all the good things have come as promised.

Life is a cycle of day after day, sunrise and sunset, flowers blooming and blooming are a kind of repetition, only those who love life can appreciate the beauty.

Yesterday's scenery is nostalgic, tomorrow's scenery is expected, and today's scenery should not be missed.

Be a person who is bright in his heart and loves life, the flowers bloom and have their own period, love it brilliantly, and love it withering.

There is no dust in the heart, and the years do not disturb the dark fragrance
There is no dust in the heart, and the years do not disturb the dark fragrance

Time passes, without fear of vicissitudes

"Linjiang Immortals, Rolling Yangtze River East Passing Water"

Ming Yang Shen

The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes

Success or failure turns empty

The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times

On the white-haired fisherman river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze

A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet

How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking

Lin Yutang said:

In life, it is not that sometimes you laugh at others, and sometimes you smile at others.

Life is too short, there is no time to be sad.

If you have laughed, you will understand that the world is full of wind and rain, and the mountains and rivers will eventually meet.

The Yangtze River is gone, and there will be no turning back. The world is volatile, so why be persistent.

After thousands of sails to understand, inner tranquility can not be frightened, simple ideas can be at ease, may we always pursue beauty, give yourself a quiet and indifferent.

There is no dust in the heart, and the years do not disturb the dark fragrance
There is no dust in the heart, and the years do not disturb the dark fragrance

People have a calm breath and are elegant

Pillow Stone

Ming Gao Panlong

The heart is pure and pure, and the body is light with the white clouds

Lonely deep mountain twilight, faintly hear the sound of bell chime

The red dust passes, the road is long, the breeze and the moon are good, the smoke and rain are misty, please leave a clean corner for the soul.

Drink a cup of tea, read a book, don't ask about the world, don't want to be warm and cold, and have a dialogue with the heart.

Be a person with a bright heart and a clean heart, watch the flowers bloom, wait for the flowers to fall, know the warmth and coldness, and be as clean as ever.

There is no dust in the heart, and the years do not disturb the dark fragrance
There is no dust in the heart, and the years do not disturb the dark fragrance

There is no dust in the heart, and the years are dark

《卜算子・咏梅》

Song Lu You

Outside the post on the side of the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless

It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy

has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous

Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before

Flashy three thousand, only be yourself; The red dust is disturbed, and I am safe.

Love sunny days, love rain when rainy days, don't mess with your heart, don't get stuck in love.

In the torrent of years, become the best version of yourself.

Be a dust-free person with an open-minded soul, who has his own world in his heart, and is not annoyed by others or burdened by mundane things.

There is no dust in the heart, and the years do not disturb the dark fragrance

I like what Mr. Yu Qiuyu said:

Life is a tree that blooms, quiet or warm, lonely or bright.

Time is like water, flowing with the joys and sorrows of life;

The years are like a song, singing the ups and downs of life.

Along the way, all the way, there are hardships, there are waiting, there are gains, and there are more happiness.

For the rest of your life, may you live like a flower, through the cycle of the seasons, not decadent, not discolored, flowers bloom into a scene, flowers fall into poetry.